Yang Fushuo came in high spirits but left feeling dejected.
Long Hong gave him a line, "The Sect has its own considerations," and that was the end of it.
Yang Fushuo didn't even get a chance to ask further questions.
"This...?"
Yang Fushuo stood outside the Earth Spirit Pavilion, frowning, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Instinctively, he wanted to curse the Sect, but he too was nurtured to his current state by the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect.
The Elixir Pavilion had helped him a lot, and that was how the Yang Family's Strange Pill Tower came to be today.
Similarly, the Earth Spirit Pavilion had always given extra care to his older brother, and Long Hong was not a heartless person.
"Why would this happen... Patriarch, I don't understand."
Yang Genshuo, on the other hand, understood completely.
"The Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect will not make a move; they... have issues."